Qualifies as one of the worst 'Irish' films ever made. Shot in the UK. Stage Oirish writing and performances. Looks poor. And Tony Hawks is about as funny as cancer. The book may be hilarious, I don't know. But this is a dog. Doesn't even fall into the so-bad-it's-good category.

A disillusioned TV personality accepts a drunken bet that he cannot hitch-hike around the entire circumference of Ireland, accompanied by his fridge. He embarks on a bizarre, funny and at times uncomfortable journey, which opens his eyes to a more relaxed way of life, beyond the confines of his cosy London media world. Along the way, he falls in love with a feisty radio reporter, encounters a philosophical toiletries salesman and takes his fridge surfing.